Little Havana

“Close your eyes. Wait, that won’t work. Open them. Imagine a place. It’s warm. Make that hot. Deadlines are dead here. Phone calls have long been replaced with cat calls. Voluptuous vintage cars remind you why it was called the good old days. The type of car you were conceived in. Now that’s class. That’s style. Try seducing someone in the back of a smart car. Not gonna get very far. Just saying. In Havana, we have happy hour round the clock. If these walls could talk they would sing you a song. Buy you a drink and light your cigar. What can I say, that’s just how we are.”